(Congratulations to Muzijen, Xianxianjojo for becoming the leader of this book, and thanks to every reader who rewards and votes for monthly votes. He has no choice but to add more. The writing speed is slower, and the third most likely will be a little later.)

After possessing the inner alchemy, Laozu Fengtaiyuan changed his appearance in front of Xiaoqiu. There were thousands of lights and thousands of lines, appearing and disappearing like fireflies. When he was about to capture it, he was still ethereal. He saw many shadows floating by on the ground, looked up and saw blurry scenes like floating shadows. There were sounds in each building, including laughter, disputes, and occasionally bursting sounds when casting spells.

Yang Qingyin was used to all this. She ran from Muma Valley to Laozu Peak and climbed more than 10,000 steps. She was a little tired, her face turned slightly red. As soon as she reached the top of the peak, she complained to the little Taoist priest who opened the door: "Can't you send someone to pick us up? Are the two disciples of Ningdan not as long as the brocade-tailed horse's hair?"

The little Taoist priest seemed to be very familiar with Yang Qingyin and said with a smile: "This is a good opportunity to refine his body. Look at Daoist Mu Xingqiu, there is nothing wrong with it."

Xiaoqiu has been practicing bone-forging fist, and his physique is indeed better. After a long journey, his face is not blushing or his heart is not beating. Yang Qingyin glanced at Xiaoqiu and said to the Taoist priest disapprovingly: "If you admire him so much, why don't you practice with him in body training?"

The little Taoist priest led the two to the hospital, "No, I am the biggest waste of Pangshan Taoist dynasty. I can't tolerate me if I use it. I'd better keep an eye on the door here."

At the entrance of the precepts department, the little Taoist priest stopped and changed into a serious expression and said to Xiaoqiu: "It seems that he has not been formally introduced yet. My name is Shen Shang. He is the eldest son of Shen Zhun, a law enforcement officer of the University of Precepts Department, and Yang Baozhen, a return teacher of the Five Elements Department. So, you have to be careful, we are now irreconcilable enemies."

Xiaoqiu was stunned. He never expected that the little Taoist priest who was guarding the door was actually the son of Shen Jun and would openly provoke him. Before he could speak, Yang Qingyin stepped forward and slapped Shen Shang's hair bun on the top of his head, almost knocking off the long hairpin, "The boss is so old, he still likes nonsense."

Shen Shang held his hair bun and smiled again, "Just kidding, I'm sending it to the place. See you when you go down the mountain." After that, he ran along the same road to the gate.

Xiaoqiu was puzzled. "He is really Shen Shang. Is he the eldest son of Shin Jun?"

Yang Qingyin curled her lips disdainfully, "Yes, Shen Jun and Yang Baozhen have given birth to ten children. He is the eldest and the most unsuccessful one. He is over 100 years old and is still in the state of inhaling. Yang Baozhen is embarrassed to admit that this is her son. Since the failure of his cultivation and advancement decades ago, Shen Shang has tried every means to make himself smaller, and even speak like a child. Don't believe in the lies of revenge. Look at his happy look, most of them are grateful to you in your heart. The Shen family finally has one worse than him, and his father Shen Jun himself."

The nine Bairun Pills taken by Mu Xingqiu's elixir were given to her by Shen Jun. The act of pampering was finally proved to be a deception and exploitation, which made Yang Qingyin's good impression of his uncle disappear.

The Precepts Department is a square yard. It looks very ordinary from the outside, but when you walk in, it is a large courtyard with a wide area, with twenty or thirty rooms on each side. The courtyard is like a square plaza for the army of the procuratorate. In the middle is a huge square tripod that is more than ten feet tall, like a tall building rising from the ground.

Hundreds of disciples have gathered in the yard. The three-month anti-demon meeting is also a time for contacting various subjects. Disciples who usually concentrate on practicing can temporarily forget the demeanor of Taoist priests and chat and laugh like ordinary friends.

Some of them are not young. Although Taoist priests have the ability to keep their faces alive, not everyone is willing to work hard on this. Taoist priests who are determined to become smaller like Shen Shang are rare alternatives.

"Everyone seems to be inhaling the air." Xiaoqiu whispered. He was able to skillfully distinguish each person's Taoist fruit from the hairpin.

"Well, Taoist priests of different realms have to stagger their time to participate in the Demon Elimination Conference. There are more than 700 Taoist priests in the Inhalation Realm, accounting for more than half of the Taoist priests of Pangshan. Today... there should be five hundred people. Some people are performing missions outside the mountain, and some people, like Shen Shang, have long given up their practice. There is no danger of being possessed by demons, so naturally there is no need to eliminate demons." Yang Qingyin explained that many people knew her and greeted her enthusiastically, but she ignored them.

"I've given up on practicing after condensing the elixir?" Xiaoqiu felt unbelievable. He thought that all the disciples of Condensing the elixir who could enter the Ancestor Peak were all passionate about cultivation, especially those of Taoist sects like Shen Shang.

"You will know slowly that practicing is a hard job. Maybe you will feel tired at any time, suddenly lose interest, and never want to move forward. This is called a collapse, and the Taoist priest who cannot overcome it can only stop there."

Yang Qingyin moved towards the direction of the giant tripod. Xiaoqiu soon discovered that he had received more attention than her. Countless gazes were stuck on him without any concealment, but they did not express obvious emotions like ordinary people. They were just watching.

"There are many people from the Shenyang family here, right?"

"It's not as much as you imagined, there are only dozens of people." Yang Qingyin said lightly, not caring about these concerns, and even staring at some people until the other party lowered his eyes, "Don't worry, no one here will hate you and harm you. Taoism has this benefit. All emotions are demonic obstacles to be cut off, and everyone has to learn to forget hatred."

"Hate is also a disaster?"

"Of course, the name is also very nice, it is called 'Happy Joe'."

"Happy Joe?" Xiaoqiu felt that this was the most inconsistent title.

"Are you happy to be revenge? If you are too happy, you will dance. If you are more serious, you will be floating in the air, and then your spiritual energy will leak, your elixir will fade away. Until then, you will still be very excited and think that your death is worth it - this is a good way to die."

"The people of the world should talk more about these things at Yangshen Peak." Xiao Qiu had only learned about the several kalpas before the elixir, but he did not expect that the kalpas of cultivation would be one after another.

"What are you doing? Did you scare you all so hard that you dare not practice? Besides, this kind of thing can only be done with the flow, and it is useless to understand it in advance."

Yang Qingyin pulled Xiaoqiu's arm, squeezed through the crowd without hesitation, and came to a disciple, "Shen Ji, I brought your enemy, do you want to fight?"

Shen Ji's expression became more and more like his mother Yang Baozhen, cold and calm, and occasionally showed a little arrogance, which was the most suitable for a Taoist sect like him.

He successfully condensed the pill more than a month ago, a few days earlier than Xiaoqiu. He nodded slightly and said, "Cousin, don't talk nonsense. Fellow Taoist Mu Xingqiu and I are not enemies. He did what he should do, that's all."

Yang Qingyin pointed at Shen Ji and said to Xiaoqiu: "Look, this is what I mean. He is trying to control his hatred, afraid of affecting his practice."

There was obvious anger in Shin Ji's eyes, and it seemed that his hatred for his cousin was stronger. He snorted, turned around and walked away, and never looked at Xiaoqiu again.

Yang Qingyin smiled and said loudly, "Shen Yi, I'm helping you!" Then she turned to Xiaoqiu, "He has too much control over hatred. It doesn't matter if he hates someone. Just don't go too far. It's easier to collapse if he doesn't vent it in his heart."

"I understand what you mean." Xiaoqiu said hurriedly, afraid that Yang Qingyin would continue to use strange methods to give examples. They had attracted too much attention.

Someone was waving in the distance, and Xiaoqiu's eyes lit up, "I'll say hello..." He ran away.

Chen Hao's face was a little haggard, but he was in good spirits. He had just succeeded in the detachment department three days ago, and the precepts department failed to protect the undergraduate disciples. He felt ashamed and provided a lot of help to Chen Hao from the bottom of the first seat. So he could try again shortly after the detachment failed.

"I haven't thanked you yet." Chen Hao smiled. His slender eyes always looked a little arrogant, but now he seemed very peaceful.

"Don't be too polite. I can't stand it." Xiao Qiu shrugged, feeling that he was increasingly influenced by Yang Qingyin, and he liked Chen Hao, who used to compete with him.

"Haha." Chen Hao laughed happily and took out a copper coin, "I'm willing to accept the loss, it's yours."

The two of them once bet to see who could condense the elixir first, and the bet was the copper coins left by Li Yuechi.

Xiaoqiu hesitated for a moment and reached out to take the copper coins, "I won this time, let's bet again."

"Okay, what are you betting?" Chen Hao suddenly became interested, "To be honest, I lost this time but I was not convinced."

"The breathing state is divided into seven levels. After the third level, you can forge your own main magic weapon. Let's compare who will reach the third level first."

"Okay! I won, you return the copper coins to me; I lost..." Chen Hao remembered that his copper coins had already reached Xiao Qiu's hands, "Well, I lost, I owe you a favor, I will do whatever you ask me to do. Even if I jump directly from the ancestor peak, I will be absolutely absolutely right."

Copper coins are just symbolic things. Chen Hao hopes to repay Xiao Qiu's life-saving grace through this bet. Although he will not die if he becomes a demon, Chen Hao would rather die than become dementia.

"That's it." Xiaoqiu collected the copper coins.

A Taoist priest summoned his disciples to take his seat under the giant cauldron. The demon-elimination meeting was about to begin. Xiaoqiu said goodbye. He and Yang Qingyin are now disciples of the Institute of Zhiyong, with a separate position.

"Brother Xiaoqiu." Chen Hao shook his fist from a distance, "Work hard together!"

Xiaoqiu also shook his fists and returned to Yang Qingyin.

"That kid looks hypocritical." Yang Qingyin has always had a bad impression of Chen Hao, "You saved him extra."

"He and I are friends." Xiaoqiu said lightly. Chen Hao is sometimes capricious, but he is still one of his best friends.

"You have such low expectations for your friends."

“I have no requirements for my friends.”

Yang Qingyin pouted her lower lips disdainfully, looked contemptuous and whispered: "It turns out that you are also a hypocritical guy."

The Ten Cities of Pangshan, the Institute of Zhiyu does not belong to any of them. Since Yang Qingyin arrived at the Institute of Zhiyu, he has been alone in attending the Demon Elimination Conference. This time, he finally has one more companion.

The eleven teams stood around the giant tripod, with different numbers of people. There were only two people in the Institute of Use. There were not many people in the banned secret department, only three, among which Fang Fang was not Fang Fang, and she had not yet condensed the Qi and became a pill, so she did not have to attend the Demon Elimination Conference.

Seven law enforcement officers of the precepts department stood on the edge of the giant tripod, and Yang Xi stood in the center under the cauldron. Without the great law enforcement officer, he would personally preside over the conference.

The sound of chanting scriptures sounded, and no one of the disciples spoke anymore. Even Yang Qingyin lowered his head slightly, showing the awe that he should have.

In this solemn situation, the Taoist priest who ran in from outside was particularly eye-catching.

Lin Sa saluted the first Yang Xi from afar, saying, "The master has an order. My disciple Mu Xingqiu does not have to attend the Demon Elimination Conference today. Come with me to the banned secret department." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!